Tennyson answered the door, and with a casual gesture shed seen before, ushered her inside.
So, you managed to survive our last visit?
Is there a reason why I shouldnt have, sir?
You left unsettled. He smiled. That stubborn shock of blond hair was falling in his face again; again he brushed it back with his hand. His beard was a day old, but he was dressed in clean blue jeans with a sweater over a crisp long-sleeved shirt. Though it made no sense that she would find herself attracted to the man, Regans body reacted erotically as it had the previous day. Obviously, it wasnt just his physical appearance that seduced her, but those insubstantial, unseen, but felt things that good Masters exude so well. Your Master manage to take care of your rebellion? he asked with his typical
